Debra-Lynn B. Hook: Death by dementia and the reshaping of memory

I remember the idyllic days, chasing each other on the South Carolina beach, falling into the Atlantic with our clothes on like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in “From Here to Eternity.”

I remember the night he proposed and the day we married, promenading arm in arm through the grocery store in our wedding garb and Ray-Bans, something his comedic role model David Letterman would have done.

I remember telling him I was pregnant. First time. Second time. I remember the phrase I used that convinced him to have Baby Three: “How can we deny life?”